Ghost Worry-free watched the plague continue to rage, spreading at a visibly rapid speed, with no solution in sight.
All skilled in medical techniques have been brought in, but there's simply no way to stop it.
"Master, the plague cannot be treated." An old man covered in a white cloth came over anxiously.
"Cang Lao, you are the chief medical practitioner of our Ghost Tribe Faction, even you have no solution?" Hearing Cang Lao say this, the last bit of hope in Ghost Worry-free's heart vanished, extinguished without mercy.
What kind of plague is this? So formidable.
What method exactly did the True Martial Saint use?
This plague is unprecedented and unheard of.
"No." Cang Lao sighed: "Right now, cultivators are still holding up, but ordinary soldiers can't withstand it; those infected die within a quarter of an hour, even their souls completely shatter."
